#crispy.txt

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had way too much fun with these

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Just so you know, I've been listening to your Cesdoc playlist non-stop. :P It's so good!!! T_T

Have you heard "Sisyphus" by Andrew Bird? I think it's like, THE post-finale Cesdoc song and I humbly suggest it as a song you might enjoy.

Thanks for the kick-ass playlist!

you asked on my defunct main lol but thank you! i put sisyphus on for the first time and audibly said "Oh No" when it started playing. i LOVE it though! great recommendation!

[hardskz]

[ 5:24 pm ] it’ll be easy, they said. it’ll be fun, they said.

bullshit and bullshit.

it’s far from easy when you’re sitting on chan’s cock while he’s monitoring jisung who’s in the recording booth and diligently recording his part for the upcoming mixtape. and it’s far from fun when none of them are acknowledging your existence, too immersed in producing the song. on top of that, it doesn’t help that chan won’t sit still, always shifting around to press all the right buttons, making his dick stir inside of you. 

“chan, stop moving,” you say, trying to keep your breath even when he leans forward to drag the cursor somewhere on the screen. his cock fills you up nicely despite not having reached full hardness yet, and it’s taking a toll on your sanity to not clench around him. 

“sorry, can’t do that. just hold on a little longer, yeah?” eyes still glued to the screen, he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. as if that suffices for an apology. no, that won’t fucking do. 

“you’re insufferable,” you mumble under bated breath. it’s only when chan tenses up that you realize the gravity of your slip-up. 

“are you talking back to me? do I need to remind you which one of us is in charge?” he challenges you, voice cold as ice. you don’t have to see him to know that he’s got a brow raised, patiently waiting for you to bite back under the crushing silence. “no answer? thought so.”

“i wasn’t—”  

“are you done disrupting us?” 

this time, the sound comes from the speakers. your eyes immediately flit over to jisung who’s visibly fed up. even with the thick glass separating you, his irritation reaches you skin-deep, causing shivers to run down your spine. he clicks his tongue.

“we let you be with us in the studio and this is how you act? you said you wouldn’t throw a temper tantrum.”

you can feel the heat rise up your cheeks. “i’m not throwing a tantrum—!”

“sure you aren’t, sweetheart,” he drawls before he gets out of the booth, letting the door fall in its lock with a thud. it shouldn’t, absolutely should not have affected your crumbling resolve as much as it did when jisung leans against the table, shoves his hands into his pockets and cocks a brow, and you pray to the devil that chan doesn’t notice you tightening around him. jisung clicks his tongue again in mockery as if he were about to chastise a child. “channie hyung’s cock in your cunt isn’t enough to keep your mouth shut? talk about spoiled; you need to be put in place. why can’t you be quiet like — dunno — minho’s cats? why can’t you zip it like a little kitty?”

the blunt delivery has your head spinning. since when can jisung talk like that? usually, it’s chan who doesn’t shy down from being direct with the vulgarities, and the change has your blood rushing south.

“what? is that turning you on? do you like it when he compares you to a mere pet?” chan inquires. you can only whimper in response, drawing a scoff out of him. but as if that wasn’t enough salt to the wound, he adds, “so disgusting.” 

both shame and arousal hit you like a tidal wave. you’re finally in the spotlight, basking in the attention they’re giving you, but it’s all filled with degrading comments and belittling looks. all they did was throw you a look and borderline mean comments, and that’s all it takes to have you aching for more. 

“sorry, i’ll be quiet,” you muster up meekly, shifting on chan’s hardening cock. at least you’re not the only one who’s affected by the entire scene. 

“ah, there you are, talking again. kitties shouldn’t be able to talk though, hm?” jisung pauses to give you a good once-over, stopping when he sees chan’s dick filling your hole up to the brim, only a bit of the base visible to his eye. then his eyes flit up to yours once more. “need a visual aid? maybe next time we should make you wear kitty ears and a tail.”

you shudder. he’s hit the nail right on the head and he knows it, and the way you avoid his cocky expression just proves it further. being subjected to not only one, but two sets of eyes have you moving around even more, and your jaw drops open when chan grounds you firmly on his cock, the force almost causing you to pass out.

“you like that, don’t you?” chan growls, and you could’ve come right then and there. “speak, kitten.”

he says it as if it was easy to talk, let alone talk properly. by that point, you’re too far gone to respond with snarky comments that are all bark but no bite. all your previous thoughts have merged into one big clusterfuck that is wanting them to ruin you until you regret it. they’re already halfway there to reducing you into their little bitch, especially when chan’s cock is stretching you out nicely and his fingers are slowly making their way to your clit. 

jisung repeats the other’s words again, pulling you back to your senses for a split second. it’s long enough for you to stutter out a “y-yes” that sounds pathetic to your own ears, but your embarrassment dissolves once chan rubs slow circles on your clit, sending you five dimensions over. thank fucking god the studio is soundproof and the door is locked because you’re pretty sure the entire floor would’ve been able to hear your frantic moans and incoherent babbles. 

your ears only pick up every fifth word or so. however, the last thing jisung says has your eyes rolling back, excitement spiking inside of you.

“you still won’t shut up. looks like we’ll have to stay here longer and take care of you first.”

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cesdoc post oldification of cesare is too fucking funny to me

cause like imagine that allen already thought cesare was hot before he did the rebellion-that-makes-you-old thing but now that hes 100% gray and old theres no way that allen would- oh my god he still thinks its hot

imagine pre season 2 doc says in passing "oh yeah cesare's pretty hot" and conrad and frances's first thought is "okay so allen likes goth guys" but then we get to post season 3 and doc does not change his stance on this at all and they go "oh okay so allen's a fucking freak"

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ignore howw. strange steve looks

i was drawing this earlier and then i remembered i had astronomy hw due so i took a 2hr detour. on the whole this drawing couldnt have taken more that 20 minutes

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i love the idea of the frances and tim dynamic. platonic, obviously. frances the barely put-together lesbian and her emotional support white guy that she can laugh at. her jester

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i just want everyone to be conscious of how Bigtop's crew wears gloves at work which means they take care not to get greasepaint on their burgers.

but zomburger offers NO such luxury

that is allen holding those burgers with his BARE HANDS. jesus christ, no wonder their burgers are inedible. their customers are eating PAINT!!

there is also the possibility that theyre wearing gloves that match their makeup colors, but also if they served customers with a smidge of greasepaint on every burger i wouldnt be surprised.

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damn guys what happened while i was out. why are you crying.

stain au by @johnwicklover1999